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I actually have

no idea who that is.

Hello.

Hello?

Hey, Jo-blo!

Oh, my God.

Barry?

Hey.

Wow. You are

so skinny.

Yeah.

Hey, I'm Pete.

It's so nice

to meet you.

Hi, Pete. 40 pounds in the last

year. Can you believe it?

Jesus.

Were you, like,

really fat before

or something?

Ugh, the fattest.

You gotta see this.

You carry around

a picture?

Always, to remind me

how fat I was.

Wow.

Oh, my God.

Wow.

Yeah.

Congratulations,

man.

Thank you. I guess that's

one of the benefits

of having

a live-in trainer.

Guys, this is Makewi,

my beau.

Hi.

Oh, yeah.

Hi. I'm Peter.

I'm Jo's beau.

"Joe's beau."

Must be a poet,

'cause that rhymed.

Okay, easy, tiger.

What?

Barry's gay,

by the way.

I kind of

figured that out.

Well, let's just throw

a parade in my honor.

Let's do it!

Sorry.

So, Makewi.

Mm.

What kind of name

is Makewi?

It's Hawaiian,

means Matthew.

How exotic.

Isn't it?

Yeah.

Have you guys seen Dad

and his nurse?

Yeah.

That was very weird.

Yeah. Has Don

showed up yet?

No.

Ugh.

So, haole Pete,

how are you with a bow?

Ooh, yeah. Good idea.

Why don't you guys

go play Robin Hood

while the adults catch up?

No, no. The sarcasm

was directed at Kiwi.

I can be a bit of a b*tch

sometimes.

Yes, you can.

Want a beer?

Yes, please.

That'd be wonderful.

Uh-huh.

With your right.

Yeah, yeah.

Okay.

Grab an arrow.

Okay.

There you go.

So, uh, did Magilly

bring his own haystacks?

Makewi.

Oh.

I brought the hay.

Why?

Therapy.

He used to be addicted

to OxyContin.

But since taking up archery,

he stopped and now

only smokes weed.

And eats

peyote and mushrooms

every now and again.

But, you know, if it's from the

ground, I guess it's okay,

right?

Wow, you sound like a really

good doctor, Barry.

I pick my battles.

And the, uh...

The bows and arrows?

I told him

to pick up a hobby,

so there it is.

Hmm.

I was going on the theory

that idle hands are

the devil's playthings.

You know, that, and he wanted

to pick up a skill

that would prepare him

for the zombie apocalypse.

Oh, well, you know, that

makes perfect sense.

I don't date Kiwi

for his brains.

That's funny.

More.

So I guess psychology is really

working out for you.

Like that.

Yeah.

Makewi was

my first patient.

Free sessions

for free workouts.

Free sex

for the both of us.

Ugh. Gross.

So what's the story

with this guy?

We met in my building, been han

ging out for a little bit.

He's a nice enough guy.

It's good you're

finally dating again.

What do you mean

finally?

Let's not pretend

we don't stalk each other

on Facebook

once in awhile.

Wow. Analyzing me

through Facebook.

Is this some new

therapy tactic that

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